Disclaimer and A/N: I don't own the rights to Kim Possible. I merely write these stories for my own pleasure. This is only a twisted bit of lint of the regular KP story line sweater. An Alternate Universe where only Kim is what she seems to be. Everyone else, well, they're just aliens.
Warning: There is a discussion of mixed gender nudity and the possibilities that may, ahem, arise. Nothing major though.
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Chapter 10 Party Planning Party
The two boys crept through the air ducts of the palace. They were both dressed to kill. In other words, the standard Intergalactic Justice black field gear including ski caps pulled down to mask their faces, black leather gloves so no fingerprints were left, black nylon pants and SAS wool sweaters.
The shorter, pudgier figure following behind the taller trim inky shadow spoke sotto voce, "Turn left at the next junction. I don't know how Kim and Ron could practically live in these vent when they're on stakeout or trying to get into a lair. I'm starting to get claustrophobia."
The one in front chuckled. "That coming from someone who's practically lived his entire life sequestered in his room, surrounded by tons of equipment?"
"Hey, I get out every now and then," Wade said defensively, "just not that often" He glanced at his Intergalactic Justice Wadenunacator strapped to his wrist. "Felix, target acquired. Twenty feet straight ahead."
They traversed the final yardage in silence and quickly went to work on the grill for the air duct. In seconds, the barrier slid up and away from the opening. The two dropped quietly to the floor. They spied a young man and woman chained naked to a side wall of the lavishly appointed bedroom. The pair stirred slightly but weren't awakened by the intruders.
Wade took a small black box out of his backpack, place it in the center of the room and turned it on. "Dampening shield on," he said in a regular voice. The two black clad figures sauntered to the bed where their quarry lay fast asleep. Felix cut the call bell cord high enough so it wouldn't be within reach of anyone but a giant. Wade disconnected the wire to the phone on the nightstand.
"Wakey Wakey!" Felix said in a normal voice to the figure in the bed. The balding man didn't stir. Felix tried a little louder. "Mr. President, time to wake up and die!"
Wade shook his head in disgust. "We might need a Howitzer to get him up. My research shows he takes major sedatives before going to sleep, even after..." he motioned to the two in shackles and shuddered.
"Sorry," Felix smirked and snickered, "but I left my big gun in my other pants." He looked over at the sound dampening/invisible force shield in the middle of the room to make sure it was working. In one swift, compact motion, Felix pulled his Walther PPK from its holster, thumbed off the safety and fired a shot into the pillow inches from the man's head.
"Snap Felix!" Wade shouted, holding his ears with both hands, "warn me next time you're going to do something like that!"
"I thought you wanted me to use my gun," Felix shrugged. "My bad!" He peered down at the rousing lump in the bed. "President Kim Il-Yang, Wake Up!" he said forcefully.
"Wha?" the man groggily slurred. "Iz it time to play?"
"No Adam Henry!" Wade growled, using a police code instead of swearing. "Death has come knocking. You've messed up your country way too much and it's time to die!"
The declaration apparently evicted Morpheus from the man's brain. He bolted upright and tried to grab the bell cord to ring for help. Felix held his arm out and let the tasseled end of the severed cord drop in front of the man's bloodshot eyes. "You looking for this?" The President of West Kornea swiveled his head and saw Wade twirling the detached phone cord with one hand.
"You can yell for help if it would make you feel any better," Wade grinned menacingly at him, "but it would do no good and possibly damage your vocal cords. No one outside this room can hear what's going on in here." He pointed to the black box in the middle of the room. "That's a sound dampener. It's also a force shield so, even if your guards knew what 's happening, they couldn't break into this room. And I also took care of you're security cameras. They're showing a continuous loop of you sleeping. I'm just too good at my job," he said proudly as he polished his fingernails on his shirt and admired them.
"W-Who are you," the man asked shakily, "and why do you want to kill me?"
Felix stood at attention. "We are from Intergalactic Justice and come to punish you for violating Clause 12B, subsection F of the treaty you signed with us ten years ago when you took over the country."
"Intergalactic Justice?" the President pondered for a few seconds before it dawned on him. "Oh yeah, I remember that document. I thought one of my Generals was playing a joke on me, saying aliens wanted to observe me and my country."
"It's no joke," Wade said solemnly, "and the clause clearly states if you start a nuclear arms program, you will be replaced with a Synthodrone who would clean up your mess and die shortly thereafter."
"And that you," Felix pointed at the quivering lump in bed, "would be disposed of in a fitting manner."
"But I need a nuclear deterrent to secure my borders," the President pleaded. "I am surrounded by enemies who would overrun my country!"
"Not very likely," Wade shook his head. "Your treaty also states that we have agreements with your neighboring countries and they can't attack or invade West Kornea without suffering the same fate you face now. Didn't you read, or at least have someone explain, the document to you?"
"Yes! Well no, not really." the man stammered. "My General read the treaty to me, but I paid little attention after I heard it was with men from another world. I thought he was giving me a break from my other duties. I signed it without thinking."
"Mr. President," Felix annunciated each syllable precisely as he shook his head in disgust. "Lackadaisical habits are no excuse for putting the entire region on alert to a possible nuclear threat. You are summarily convicted of a major treaty violation and your sentence is execution. The means of your execution are determined by the violation. Therefore, you will die by radiation."
"Don't worry though," Wade said sadistically, "you won't suffer as long as you normally would. The weeks you would normally writhe in agony, with the dosage that's barely lethal, will only last a minute. Unfortunately, the suffering you would endure in those weeks will be condensed into that minute."
Wade took out what looked like a elegant fountain pen and aimed it at the quivering hulk in front of him. It emitted a soft white beam that struck President Kim in the forehead. Immediately, blisters formed on his face and quickly spread throughout his body. Kim Il-Yang's mouth stretched open to scream in sheer pain but no sound came as the throat closed quickly from swelling. He slumped back onto the bed. Shallow rasping breaths came in fits.
Wade leaned in, "You don't need to worry about your nation or people. Your death is being recorded and will be shown to the neighboring countries to warn them of meddling with the transfer of power here."
"Also," Felix added, "it will act as a reminder of what will happen if they violate their treaty with I.J."
The two black clad figures stood in silence for a moment to make sure the President had passed on, then went about their clean up and replacement jobs. Felix pulled the Synthodrone out of his pack and started to fill it with Syntho-goo. Wade placed a small red disk on the corpse's forehead for a minute before sprinkled the body with a powder he pulled from a pouch on his utility belt. He opened another pocket and got a pen light out. He aimed it at the corpse and watched as the body dissolved in a hazy vapor.
The two picked up the Synthodrone and placed it on the bed. Wade put the disk on the drones forehead and activated it, dumping the memories into the replacement. It sat up in bed and opened it's eyes. "I am ready for new orders," it droned.
Wade said, "Your new orders are to read the treaty with Intergalactic Justice in the morning and reverse the policies in place regarding nuclear arms. Understand?"
The Synthodrone nodded once. "Understood and will comply."
"You will also cease all sexual activity," Felix said in disgust, "with any human under the age of..." he looked at Wade, "say, twenty five. And only with the opposite gender. Understand?"
The Synthodrone bowed his head again. "Understood and will comply."
"You will overdose on sedative in three weeks, as per your programming, and your job will be complete," Wade ordered.
"Understood and will comply as per programming."
"Now," Wade ordered, "sleep until morning and carry out your mission." Felix and Wade watched as their replacement President laid down and closed it's eyes. Wade whispered to Felix, "Don't forget to repair your bullet hole."
"Man!" Felix softly whined in exasperation. He got a palm sized disk from his belt, held it over the hole in the bed and activated it. The disk glowed pink and the perforation started to seal in upon itself.
As Felix was repairing the bed, Wade walked over to manacled couple and waved a wand over the chained pair. He said to them. "This will repair any physical or mental damage he inflicted on you. It will also make you forget the whole ordeal. You won't even know we were here."
When Wade was done he went to the center of the room and replace the dampener/force shield in his backpack. Felix joined him as Wade snapped closed the flap. The two teens leapt into air vent, sealed the grill behind them and retraced their path to their waiting ride.
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Kim and Ron pulled up in front of the Rockwaller estate in their brand new, forest green Hum Vee. "I think it's super your Father pulled some of your investment capital so you could buy this," Kim marveled as she breathed in the new car smell.
"Yeah," Ron laughed. "I only told him we would need something to drive the kids around in and he insisted we get the most rugged, crash survivable vehicle on the road." He raced around the Hummer, opened Kim's door and took her hand to help her out of the monstrous SUV.
"Why, Thank You kind Sir," Kim giggled. Ron grabbed two tote bags from the back seat and linked arms with his wife. As they walked up to the door, Tara pulled her vintage black Barracuda behind the Stoppable vehicle, screeching to a stop.
Tara hopped out of the convertible with a tote bag slung high on her shoulder, and ran to join the couple at the door. "Hi Guys," she tittered. "Ready to plan the housewarming?"
"Yep," Ron said happily. "We'll take possession of the house tomorrow and move our clothes and stuff in right away. The master bedroom furniture is suppose to be delivered tomorrow evening."
"What if it doesn't arrive?" Tara queried.
Kim slyly smiled. "There are four other furnished bedrooms. We'll probably christen all the rooms sooner or later anyway." She giggled. "We inadvertently did it in the back forty already."
Ron reached out to ring the doorbell but before he touch the button Bonnie's voice came over the intercom. "Come on in you three, I'm back by the pool."
"How did she..." Kim wondered aloud before she spotted the security camera snugged in a corner above the entry.
"She also probably heard me lay rubber when I stopped," Tara said apologetically as she dove between the couple and grabbed the doorknob. "I know the way," she practically sang as she opened the door and entered. "Ah, you two should be warned that the Rockwallers have a few rules for their house in general and the pool area specifically."
"Rules?" Kim queried. "What kinda rules?"
Tara joyfully skipped and hopped backwards through the house as she talked to Ron and Kim. "The first few aren't that important to us. No smoking anywhere, or hard liqueur."
"We can live with that," Ron nodded in agreement.
"No running in the pool area." Tara shrugged. "No high diving off the balcony."
"Regular common sense safety rules," Kim nodded in approval.
"Yeah," Tara smiled, "the usual ones." She backed up to the French doors that led outside. "But there is one that you might find strange." She slid open the exit and dropped her tote against the wall. Tara started to take off her white tee shirt. "The pool area, and the whole house as a matter of fact, is designated a CFZ." She stripped off her gray sweat pants with the Middleton High logo on the front and 'Mad Dogs' in huge blue letters across the butt. She stood there in her light pink bikini and pink flip flops, hands on hips.
"What does CFZ stand for?" Ron begged.
Slowly Tara's hands crept up her back and unhooked her bikini bra. Just as she was about to remove it, Bonnie walked over in all her glory. "C.F.Z. Clothing. Free. Zone," the former brunette stated as fact. "Now get out of all your clothes and let's get to work on the party."
Kim stared at their naked host as Ron quickly turned his back. Tara took the opportunity to shrug off her bra and strip off the bottoms. She picked up her clothes, stuffed them in her tote and walked over to the table. Tara dug a bottle of sunblock from her bag and proceeded to slather herself.
"Alright you two," Bonnie said firmly, "get with the rules!" She turned and walked over to Tara. Bonnie snatched the bottle from the bubbly platinum blond's hand and started to apply the lotion to her friend's back. Tara giggled wildly with each of Bonnie's massaging strokes.
Kim partially snapped out of her haze and stuttered, "Y-y-you want us to get n-n-naked?"
"Kim," Tara giggled, "it's not like you haven't seen Bonnie or I bare-bottomed in the shower before and I hope you've seen your husband in the buff."
"Unless you've only been doing it in the dark," Bonnie tittered.
"But..." Kim turned to find Ron with his shirt off, banging his head softly against the siding of the house. "Ron? You're not going to go along with this, are you?" She stepped over and put her hand on his shoulder.
Ron leaned against the house supported by his forehead, chanting, "It's the house rules... they're just good friends. It's the house rules... they're just good friends."
"Ron... Dear," Kim cooed to him, "we don't have to stay if this will make you uncomfortable."
"NO!" Ron yelled and immediately calmed down. "No. If we're going to be Bonnie's friends we'll be coming over here a lot. If the rule says we need to get naked, then we'll get naked for her." He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Just give me a minute or two to get ready to do it."
"Are you sure?" Kim asked softly. She caught Bonnie creeping silently towards them out of the corner of her eye.
Ron took another deep breathed and exhaled faster this time. "Yes!" He quickly grabbed his shorts and boxers and yanked them down to his ankles. "Just... don't laugh or stare at me Bonnie." He took a last quick breath, stepped out of his clothing and turned around flaccidly.
"Ron, you're..." Bonnie gasped as her hand shot to cover her mouth. She smiled broadly. "So the rumors are true. You're twice the man Brick is," she giggled. Bonnie spun on her heels and went back to helping Tara with her lotion.
Kim smiled and gave her man a peck on the lips. "Well... if you can do it, I surely can. After all, I can do anything." She swiftly got undressed and put her things in the tote.
The couple held hands as they walked over to the two blonds at the table, laid towels down on the chairs and sat down. Tara sat next to Ron and checked him over. "Don't you need to apply some sunscreen Blondie?"
"Kim and I put some on before we came over... Pearl," Ron said happily, looking her in the eye.
"Pearl?" Kim asked in slight confusion.
"Yeah," Ron rang. "Her skin looks like the pearls we saw at the jewelers when we picked out our rings. Creamy white and smooth to the touch." Tara tittered and bowed in acknowledgment of the compliment.
"Did you get, everywhere?" Bonnie said wickedly. "Because some of the areas on your bodies have never seen the Sun and they're more susceptible to burning."
Kim giggled, "Well, we sort of got carried away when we were applying the stuff. I know I got sunscreen all over my body."
Ron smiled. "I'm good too."
"Although," a evil smile crept onto Kim's face, "we will have to reapply in about fifteen or twenty minutes, Dear!"
"Yes Hon!" Ron said cheerfully. The two leaned in and kissed briefly.
"Argh," Bonnie growled as she stood and leaned onto the table. "Will you two behave and tone down the lovey dovey, kissy face stuff a bit, or will I have to get the hose out and cool you off? Remember, Tara just broke up with Jeremy and I'm in no position to find a boyfriend until I get my head together."
Ron and Kim looked at each other, smiled then looked at Bonnie. "We'll behave," they said as one.
"Are you sure?" Tara giggled, "cause the table seems to be leaning a bit south from where Ron's sitting."
"Ron?!?" Kim said warily.
"Well, if Bonnie wouldn't lean over the table like that, her..." Ron said defensively, wagging a finger at their host, "her... her topside wouldn't be jiggling in my face. Bonnie's a desirable hot young thang," he whined, looked at Tara and quickly spun away shutting his eyes. "And Tara is beautiful too." His voice weakened. "And of course, you Kim...you're..." His head hit the table. "We're all just friend," he chanted under his breath.
Kim lovingly rubbed his back. "Ron..."
"Kim, let me handle this," Bonnie cut her off and sat down. "Ron!" she firmly started. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. You're a young man with hormones to spare, at your sexual peak. If what I've heard about you two is true, you've been going at it almost constantly with Kim," she smirked at the redhead. Kim stifled a giggle, blushed and nodded. "It's a natural reaction, sitting here with three naked girls. It will go away. In a few minutes you'll get used to us like this and you won't even notice we're not wearing clothes."
"Are you sure Bonnie?" Kim begged.
"I've seen it before," Bonnie said as tears started to flood her eyes. "I...my posse..." she squeaked as her head crashed into her arms crossed on the table.
"Bonnie and her posse used to throw pool parties for the basketball team," Tara said as she got up and went over to her friend. Kim went over to the other side of their host. "But things never got out of hand. There's one rule that you don't know yet." Tara wrapped her arms around Bonnie and rubbed her back. "If two participate, all must participate... with everyone! That meant the guys would have to do it with the guys. That put a real damper on the sex. After ten or fifteen minutes, everyone would play around like a normal, bathing suit wearing group with no problems arising. You know what I mean?" Tara looked at Ron. "Could you go get a bottle of wine from the fridge in the cabana? And bring some glasses." Ron quickly went about his task. Tara leaned across Bonnie's back and whispered to Kim. "She once had some of the football team over. Her and Brick snuck off to her room and... Well her Mom caught her and Brick in the act. She was banned from shopping for a whole month. Talk about cruel and unusual punishment. When she remembers, the only way to calm her is with white wine." Tara giggled a little before adding, "Or a quick shopping spree."
Ron came back to the table with the requested items, deftly opened the bottle and poured a glass. He handed it to Tara who administered the remedy to Bonnie. Gradually the teal-eyed, now blond seemed to recover. "Please," Bonnie sniffled, "have some. It's quite good."
Ron poured three more glasses and served the two other ladies. Tara sipped at her glass and giggled. "Yes, it's delicious."
"Well, it looks like this day is going to be full of firsts," Kim said as she held her glass up to the sun. She pulled it back down and stuck the glass under her nose. "Ooooo, smells fruity," she wrinkled her nose and tittered. She took a very small sip. "Ummm, I like it," Kim enthused and took a bigger sip. "Yes I definitely like the taste of this wine." She put the glass down. "But it is alcohol and we are under age so this one glass is all I'm having." She turned to Bonnie. "Are you going to be alright now?"
Bonnie nodded. "Yeah, I just get kinda emotional when I think of what's gone on out here. Thanks."
"No big," Kim waved it off. "Now, can we get to the reason we're all here? We need to plan a housewarming party."
Four hours later with three breaks to swim, six or seven to apply sunblock and one for snackage, the housewarming party was planned. The only thing left to do was set the date for the party.
Kim finished off the last drops of her one glass of wine and smiled at Ron. "Dear, our new house has a wine cellar, doesn't it?"
"Yes it does, Honey." Ron took the glasses from Kim, Bonnie and Tara and walked towards the cabana to wash them. He continued to talk as he worked. "And I think it's stocked full to the brim. I talked to Ted about it briefly and he told me they were only going to take a few of the more expensive cases. He said we could have the rest to donate to charity or do whatever we want with em."
"We need to check it out after we move in," Kim said as she turned over in the lounge and scooted to the side. "By the way, how come you were so good at opening the bottle?"
Ron laid down next to her. "Well don't tell anyone, but I found a few bottle in the lunchroom cafeteria that time I took over. I used all of them in my Beef Bourguignon, so I eventually figured out how to use the corkscrew to open them."
"Wouldn't the alcohol make people drunk or be detected?" Tara asked as she rolled over on her stomach in the chaise next to them.
"Nope," Ron beamed. "When you heat any liqueur, the alcohol will gradually burn off and leave only the flavor. If you use it in the right proportion with different spices, it will be subtle enough to not be noticeable."
"Yet still add the perfect touch to the taste," Bonnie sighed. "I thought I tasted real Burgundy in the Beef Bourguignon that day."
Ron sat up in the lounge. "You were able to taste the red wine? I thought I disguised it good enough."
Bonnie rolled onto her side and propped her head in her hand. "Well, not very many kids have tasted wine. I have, so I know when it's added and when cheap imitation flavoring is used. The wine you used that day wasn't one of the best I've ever had, but it was good enough to cook with."
"So you're a connoisseur of wines?" Kim queried their host.
Bonnie shrugged and laid back down. "Just one of the perks of being a rich kid. My parents have allowed me to try a lot of the things most kids don't get to until they're much older."
Kim started to doodle on Ron's chest with a finger. "Ron Honey, remind me of this conversation when our kids get old enough. They'll be able to sample, but never to indulge."
"You can always do what my parents did," Bonnie grunted as she flipped over on her back and got comfortable. "They got me drunk the first time they let me taste wine. I got a hangover that dissuaded me from ever overindulging. To this day, I can't drink more that two glasses before I get all terrified that I'll get hungover." The four teens laughed.
Rufus popped out of Ron's pants pocket laying on the table. He scampered over to Ron and jumped on his big buddies shoulder. "Hey Rufus," Ron said, opening his eyes. "Nice of you to finally wake up."
The naked mole rat looked over the four teens lounging around the pool. He let out a long low wolf whistle and excitedly said, "NAKED!"
"Yep, just like you Buddy," Ron said and closed his eyes. "We'll all be naked mole rats whenever we come over here to Bonnie's house and hang around the pool."
"And if you come over to my pool too," Tara chimed in as she waved a hand in the air.
"Ron, should we..." Kim asked as she gently rubbed her flat hand on his chest.
"If you want to Dearest," Ron said lazily. "I'm used to it now." He paused for a moment. "I think Felix has a pool for therapy and exercise. I wonder if they have the rules too?"
"It's official," Kim announced. "All the rules will apply at our house." She paused for a moment then added, "But not until the housewarming party is over or our parents aren't around."
"Kim," Tara giggled, "my parents told me there are scientific studies that prove going al naturel is good for your blood pressure and a few other parts of the body; Vitamin C absorption from the Sun and all that. That's how they got me to first go without. Maybe you or Wade can find the studies on the Internet and show them to the folks. Maybe leave them lying around for them to find."
"Woo Hoo, Naked!" Rufus chanted and jumped up and down. "Like me!"